As a repayment for not updating for a while, I've got a nice steamy, fluffy and sexy chapter for you. May border on M for some parts, so don't say I didn't warn you. However, no smut. read my other stories if you want that. the plot will advance in the next chapter. Read on me lovelies!

"Pond, I have absolutely no idea."

The soft glow of the green light from the sonic screwdriver lit up their surroundings, but there was nobody. Buses and cars were unattended, benches which were previously occupied were empty. Pushchairs were left abandoned. It had to be alien.

"Doctor," Amy clutched his hand as he led her along the street, across the road and towards the Louvre, which too was abandoned. "What are we going to do?"

"Well, if everyone's gone except us, someone's probably looking for us," the Doctor pointed out. "Which means we need to hide. They'll probably have taken the TARDIS. I can't sense her any more, she's gone."

"Hide where?"

"Great big building in front of us!"

He broke into a run, Amy following close behind. After only a few minutes she was panting.

"Slow down, Theta! I can't run as fast as you!"

They finally reached the entrance of the massive building and stepped inside, greeted by complete darkness. The room had a spooky air to it, dark and empty.

"Follow me," the Doctor speed-walked down a corridor and into a small room, sitting down on a plush seat for the two of them.

"So we're just going to hide?" Amy asked.

"Yeah," the Doctor nodded, as their fingers laced together. "There's not much we can do anyway. Sonic won't do anything. No TARDIS. We'll have to wait for them to come to us."

"So what are we going to do while we're hiding?" Amy purred seductively, sliding her hand up his inner thigh. She heard him sharply intake air.

"Amy... they could come here any minute... ah!"

She chose that moment to graze her knuckles down the bulge in his trousers. He let out a rumble of pleasure, eyes flickering shut although it was dark anyway.

"Pond... oh..." She was nibbling his neck, which was really quite distracting. Her devilish hand was between his legs, gently stroking him through his trousers. Her lips began to suck teasingly at his jawline, her hand sliding up his chest, feeling his muscles tighten beneath her touch. That hand lowered back down again, resting at the rim of his trousers. She began to untuck his shirt, sliding her hand up his bare chest. The Doctor purred with pleasure as she lightly scratched her nails at his bare skin.

Her lips began to make their way towards his, and finally they connected, crashing on and off each other with passion and want. Amy crawled on top of the Doctor so she was straddling him, and this time stuffing both her hands up his shirt. Meanwhile the Doctor's hands were occupied fisting in her flame red hair as they kissed passionately. When Amy tried to shove the Doctor's jacket off, he made a muffled noise of protest against her lips, breaking away from the kiss.

"Amy, not now... everyone could come back at any second."

"Well I'll have to do this the hard way."

The Doctor swallowed hard as Amy's hand crawled down his chest and hovered dangerously over his crotch. She shifted backwards a bit then proceeded to rip open the button on his trousers, pulling down the zipper.

"Amy, no..."

Her response was a smirk as her hand plunged past the rim of his boxers as she began to palm him roughly, swallowing his moans and purrs of pleasure by reconnecting their lips. The Doctor, completely drained of self control, tore off Amy's jacket and slid down the zip on her shirt, hands going up to cup her breasts. This earned him a moan of his own, as his thumbs grazed her hard nipples.

Amy felt a dribble of something wet on her hand and smirked against the Doctor's lips, knowing she was pleasuring him a lot. With a needy growl, Amy finally managed to remove the Doctor's jacket and tore off his bowtie, starting to work on his shirt buttons.

This time he made no protest, he wasn't exactly in a position to, with Amy's hand down his boxers teasing his cock. His eyes were screwed shut in ecstasy, kissing his lover ferociously.

Once his shirt had been discarded, the Doctor was finally shirtless before Amy. She took the opportunity to run her nails up and down his bare skin, causing him to let out the softest of moans into her mouth.

They ended up lying on the seat, Amy straddling the Doctor's hips. Although it wasn't exactly comfortable, they didn't care. All they cared about was kissing and touching each other everywhere possible.

A long groan escaped the Doctor's lips as Amy began to grind her womanhood against his hard cock. The bulge in his boxers looked almost painful as it throbbed for Amy whilst she teased him mercilessly. Maybe they wouldn't get too intimate here today, but this was enough for both of them for now.

Amy whimpered as she ground her hips down against the Doctor's. Pressing down hard, she felt his desire pressing against her wet heat. It made her want him even more, desire him, need him. She needed him.

Then she leaned down to kiss him hard on the lips, hands resting above each of his pounding hearts. They beat like batons against his ribcage as she lay on top of him fully, their bodies pressed together.

Their panting breath mingled as the Doctor's hands lost themselves in her hair. It was so soft, so perfect, so red like fire. Red like roses. That made him remember; Rose. She was the last person he'd loved like this, but that was in his ninth and tenth regenerations. They'd loved each other, sure, they'd kissed, but there was never any sexual tension. Anyway, he was a new man now. He was Eleven, and had eyes only for Pond.

He was suddenly aware of Amy's hands tugging lightly at his hair, which was sticking up in all directions. A breath of a moan escaped his lips, it was so sexy that Amy became even more turned on just by that little sound. She loved the fact that it was her causing him to react in that way.

If they weren't out in public when people could come and capture them at any minute, this could've gone a lot further. But unfortunately that wasn't the case, and when they heard marching footsteps, they had to stop, despite Amy's protests. In a hurry the Doctor threw his shirt on, doing up the buttons then re-tying his bowtie. Amy made an attempt to make her hair look less dishevelled, then did up the zip on her shirt. Finally both looked in some state of order as the marching got closer.

"Theta," Amy clutched his hand as he leaned out to peek out of the room. Three silhouetted figures were getting closer.

"What are we going to do?"

"What we always do," the Doctor put on that voice that he'd used on Starship UK. "Run."

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